Chapter 11: I love you

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Kia's POV

Wednesday, when I visited Candy I told her about all the previous day horrible things. Everything that was causing a trouble to me were shared with her. She just gave me piece of advices on each one of the problem. She even helped me to calm down my imaginations which were wild enough to threaten me about my life's precious gem which was Harry.

She had prescribed some more medicines which according to her were the ones which could help me get throuhh this sad phase gradually if I took them regularly and I promised to do so. That day Candy wanted to know about what Harry did after our first date and when did he first said I love you but rejected her proposal about it as I was in no mood to think about Harry and cry all over again.

But today I was ready to tell her baout that cute but disastrous part which I never wanted to recall but wanted to at the same time as it was the first time he said,"I love you...."

*Flashback*

After our third date he had asked me to be his girlfriend. That day was no special, we were just strolling through the park when he immediately stopped. Finding me bewildered he had popped the question and without any hesitation I had said a big yes as I was waiting for him to ask me to be his.

This was about two-three months ago. We were dating full on just like a real couple going on dates, being possessive about each other, kissing each other randomly, heated making out sessions and many more things. I was enjoying the relationship but happiness was short lived.

I was watching tv while my grandparents had went out. Suddenly my phone started ringing, it was an unknown number. Usually I wouldn't risk taking up unknown number but this one got me curious so without thinking twice I picked it up.

"Hello?!" I questioned bewildered.

"Is this Kia Lopez??" The voice from the other end asked me.

"Yes but who's this?" I was still bloody confused.

"I'm Richard. Your grandparents have been caught in an accident which was too severe. I have called the ambulance. Can you please reach the Saint Lawerence Hospital down the street 312?"

My voice as well as my breath was caught in my throat. Not a mere was sound escaping from there. It was like my vocal chords had torn apart. Without replying I hanged up the phone and quickly locking the house I ran for the car. I hastily turned on the engine of the car as I sped past the streets to reach the hostipal.

I knew the place so it didnt take me long. Sweat was running down my forehead, stress was taking the best of me. I didnt wait to park the car, I was just too worried to do anything. I ran past the doors reaching the reveption. Catching my breath I asked the receptionist," Mr and Mrs Amundson??"

"They are kept in ICU on the third floor." I should have thanked the receptionist but everything was blur around me due to the tears that were cascading on my cheeks. I took the stairs to the third floor instead of the elevator. Thanks to gymnastics class in school I reached the third floor but panting.

I rummaged through the corridor where I found the ICU and the man named Richard. I thanked him for calling while he just nodded. I peeked through the small window to the ICU just praying that they would be okay.

Half an hour later, which seemed to tick slow as hell the doctor arrived from the ICU. He shook his head at Richard, I didnt get what he was trying to say so in a cracked voice I asked him," What do you mean?"

My voice was so low that if the corridor was not quite he wouldn't have been sble to hear me. "They are dead..." He said expressionless. I stood there frozen as a statue just as the word dead left his mouth. More and more tears cascaded down my cheeks, a huge lump was formed in my throat unabling me to speak anything. The doctor said excuse me and left. Just as he left I collapsed on the nearby sitting arrangement. Hoarse cries were leaving my throat, my mouth was completely dry, it was just like that I had lost all my senses. Richard held me straight and said in a low sympathetic voice," You should call someone close to you."

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